tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42746456489621486622024-02-07T12:26:44.103-08:00Robot Loving!dumb people love this stuff!special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-33014869559666597502008-08-16T12:42:00.000-07:002008-08-16T12:46:09.187-07:00even moooore poetrees by the skillful sir anoneemouse.GATORS AND SUMMERTIME BY OWEN KLINE<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>OH MISTER GATOR<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>YOU AND YOUR LITTLE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BABY ANGELGATORS WEARING SUNGLASSES<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> SUNBATHING LIKES THERES NO WATER<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>YOUR FACE IS YOUR NOSE NO IT AINT<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>GREEN AS THE SUN<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SQUEEZE BOTTLE LOTION GIVE ME A TAN<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>GATORS IN THE WIN TERTIMES BY GIOVANII BIRDSINGING<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>OH MISTER GATOR<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>PACKING YOUR BAGS FOR A WINTERS TRIP<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> DONT GET THE SNOWY BLUES ON YOUR PENIS YOU RASCAL<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SPRINGTIME FOR GATOR</div><div>BY LARDVAARK</div><div><br /></div><div>OH MISTER GATOR</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>STAY FOR SPRING MY DEAR<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>VAGINAL LIQUID SOAK IS ONLY TEMPORARY<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>THE BLUE SOAP IS FOR YOUR INSERTION AND NECESSARY FOR FLUID</div><div>TO FLOW CORRECTLY<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SOAP NEEDS A HOME IN THE WINTERS NIGHT NO IT DOESNT CAVEMEN STAY FOR WINTER<br /></div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-82436433467545210642008-08-16T12:35:00.000-07:002008-08-16T12:41:54.446-07:00anomomomous poetreesFARMER JOHN'S ANTLERS FOR REBA BY OWEN J. SPRINGSTON<div><br /></div><div>Nature is a beautiful ugly, </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>in it's GLORY BARES A SWAMP RIDDEN MOLE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>WITHOUT A LITTLE NEST OF HATCH ITS STOCKINGS<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BRAIN BRAIN GO AWAY COME AGAIN WHEN IM MISSING NO's</div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> antlers of farmer john aint have no beauty in winter</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>DOGGIES BOGGIES CUDDLY FROGGIES SAT ON MY WINDOW SILL<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>FOR MONTHS READINGS OF MY WORK DONT HAPPEN<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON WHO SEEN IT IS YOU NOT ME<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> HES NOT NICE THAT GRIZZLY ADAMS<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>MY ANGLE (angel) wings by josemeir froggllette</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>NO NO NO NO NO WAIT NOT THE DOG AGAIN HE ESCAPED THE BARN NONO<br /></div><div><br /></div><div> NO TIME FOR WORRYIN AUNT MAY GOT TOO MANY BARRELS OF SNOWMOBILES</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> BIRTHDAYS ONLY COME THRICE A YEAR<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>WINTER SPRING FALL BIRTHDAYS DONT COME<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THE LITTLE PRINCESS HOKATONIA BY JAMES MATHERSAUCE ING</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>LITTLE HONKATONIA<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SO BLOODY IN YOUR STEEP BOOTS A KIT FLY AWAY<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> WHY DIDNT YOU LISTEN WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> WEASEL<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THANK YOU EVERYONE.</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-45081200328983632132008-08-16T12:20:00.000-07:002008-08-16T12:34:04.739-07:00a robot poem by anonymous ASPHALT BAT-MAN<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SKATEBOARDING KITTY CALIGO BIRD</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SURFBOARDIN' DOGGIE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ANGRY PELICAN<br /></div><div>NAUGHTY BOX OF LEMONS IN AN UNCLES POCKET</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BIRDS ARE NOT SOLDIERS MR. VB<br /></div><div> WEAPONS ARE MADE FOR DOGGIES</div><div> AND DOGGIES ARE PETS</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> PEOPLE MAKE THE WEAPONS<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>USE THEM THEMSELVESSSSSSSSSSSSS<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>CHICKENS DONT WEAR SWEATERS IN SUMMER OR SPRING<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>DOGGIES BIRDS AIRPLANES HERDS BIRDS WORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSRODWOSDOSXWODOW<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>TWEETYBIRD POPSICLE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BOSKO BOOBAH DOODAH BAH<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>RAINBOW SAXOPHONES<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>KITTIES ARE THE WORD ON THE <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>STREET FEET MEAT<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ARBITRARY AIRPLANE TO HECK<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>RIDIN' ME TO HAPPY WORLD FOR SMURFLUV<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>AUNT MOMOMO AINT A WOMAN<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> ITS A WAY OF LIFE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>DOGGIEKITTY<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>MONEY IS A THING DOGGIES USE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BUT DONT OR ELSE THE ECONOMY<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>WOULD BE BONES AND CHEW TOYS<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> ORANGE SANDWICH MADE OF<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> SILVER SURFER ASS CHEEKS<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> BABOONS HAVE NO WHISKERS<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>AINT NO LOVE LIKE THE LOVE OF A BICENTENNIAL MAMMALLLLL</div><div>SHEEPS WOOL FOR THE AARDVARK IN MY HEAD TO CUDDLE AND SNIFF</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SOMEONES LOOKING ON MY BUTT<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>IF JESUS LOOKING OUT FOR ME <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>WHOSE LOOKING OUT FOR HIM.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>BUGS BUNNY'S UGLY NEPHEW.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ralph.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>NO ITS PEPPERMINT ANGELS NAMED GABAYEAH<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>NO ONE IS PRETTY<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>LOOKING AT BIRDS AINT NICE</div><div>MAKES ME THINK OF UGLY FEATHERED SHIT</div><div>THEY DONT KNOW WE IS WATCHING THEIR UGLY SHIT</div><div>SO THEY DONT DO NO MORE DANCING IN THE WINTERS NITE</div><div>UGLY FARMER JOHN DONT HAVE NO TEETH SO HE STEAL THE COWS ONIONS.</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-13826950406157821322008-07-15T18:15:00.000-07:002008-08-16T12:20:11.145-07:00Discussing Nicolaus Copernicus`vast body of work, including the ever popular text, Commentarioilus.BLUEEERRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHTITSTITSTITSTITSBLUSTEEEEEEEEEHHSTEEEEEEHHH<div> </div><div>UGHCHIMPYCHIMPYSONTHELOOSEFUCKAAAAAAAAAHHHHH</div><div>AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH</div><div>ILUVGIRAFFFS</div><div> </div><div>KIDSWITHNONECKAREWITHOUTNOHANDS</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q_5vVY-Chvk/SH1MtMu0ltI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S3gUatOxO58/s320/gdad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223415482215077586" /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414731592712379346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-68046066171782843352008-07-15T18:10:00.000-07:002008-07-15T18:14:05.745-07:00On the topic of Anton Chekov.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q_5vVY-Chvk/SH1K9NpH8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/dFkgL9SZZPw/s1600-h/heartbeeps1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q_5vVY-Chvk/SH1K9NpH8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/dFkgL9SZZPw/s320/heartbeeps1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223413558314266754" /></a><br />Lordylordylordylordylordylordylordylordylordylordy!!!!!!!IOWNAGUNMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMROOOOOOBOTBROOBOTROOOBTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT<div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>POPSIKLEZRULEILUVTHEMOMGTHEYARELIKESOOOOOKKEEEEWWWWLLLLIKEILOVEWHWHENTHEYGET</div><div>STUKTOMYFEETANDBROWNMOUTHANDTEETHANDLIKEWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</div><div>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</div><div>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</div><div>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</div>Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414731592712379346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-71495771073332839402008-06-22T20:34:00.000-07:002008-06-22T20:38:04.022-07:00happy things i forgot to mention...in the last post i left out a couple of happy happy haaaappy things i wanted to mention!<div>stupid me!</div><div>here they are:</div><div>robots,</div><div>commas,</div><div>the 2 asian girls i saw wearing sweatshirts that said "I (picture of Mickey Mouse head) NY" on the steps of the Met,</div><div>tototototoro,</div><div>i mickey mouse drama,</div><div>friends that are never mean and will sleep on the couch with you because you are schizofrenic and afraid of the room with the beds,</div><div>understanding things,</div><div>robots,</div><div>commas,</div><div>being repetitive,</div><div>confusing people,</div><div>confusing non-existent people,</div><div>having no one read your blog,</div><div>being able to write whatever i want because no one reads this!,</div><div>BKAJDFALKJFEKFJAELKJF,</div><div>ROAAOAOAAAR,</div><div>no one will ever know!,</div><div>teehee, secrets,</div><div>secrets,</div><div>secrets,</div><div>love,</div><div>special cat girl!</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-83366325565416855952008-06-22T20:23:00.000-07:002008-06-22T20:32:41.937-07:00today is the day<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnkpqJKtbuT86kdRF33NzQYzYFRsp6gFNB4AFuB_8zeUQtOVydU_Yz0p46KHE_nox3cqkudQK5KfwXgd4gRmjCDUMc6Mhz_KMtEGB0LGyZm_dcb5q1mrA2PLiXgmSvzujuhW_t3oDOmQ/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214914208462628610" /><br />today is a day to talk about lots of joyful things in the world! like when a bunch of people you love are in the same room with each other and have no idea that you love all of them! or like special days when you come home and hug your furniture.<div>i realized that real nature looks so fake. the thing is, when you see real nature, you associate it with the fake nature, like the backrounds that come with your cellphone with pictures of mountains and stuff. When i saw real nature i was like, NO WAY MAN.</div><div>it's a crazy crazy world, innit?</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk1qrUAUA7g4PGvimSurGwhHRDWAzNvCkUxKYZ-iRsmq9W7Ws4LQPrWp8OJl_nt54s21FZqBJ_2mxeIXmXs7VlJzzxnIbj2oPvBRL4_jjhNl2cqk-tnp3tAZXbJQwiK5DujV30SefteI/s200/DSC02384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214914615887668338" /><div> </div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-45073095540967335192008-05-23T21:17:00.001-07:002008-05-23T21:18:26.159-07:00POSTYWOSTY!i don't want to go a day without posting<div>so i would like to update you </div><div>by saying</div><div>I HAVE BEGUN THE COLLECTION OF ROBOT DRAWINGS!</div><div>woohoo!</div><div>will be posted soon.</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-7903013297193252692008-05-22T12:15:00.000-07:002008-05-22T13:10:26.435-07:00Free Lifetime Supply of Air...It has been brought to my attention that my offer of a Free Lifetime Supply of Air as a prize for winning the robot contest, may cause a couple of lawsuits if something extreme were to happen.<div>Owen mentioned to me a situation that may look like this:</div><div>The winner flies out to the moon without a spacesuit and dies thinking that my air supply will last him/her in space.</div><div>Visual Aid:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufMyAtJILy0dGg9eFSXnAS7QoCh7dVd4ixL45Lea6bQRFgEZiBUpe7BuBFa1MdgItRXOjUFbpWLG9c1PLtJTmJB-blgCzFD-wvEo0vyMGS98dJNExflEagAuake1qXpiJ1jQM2hyXsGY/s320/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203296515633153346" /><div> </div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-24105744942627264832008-05-21T20:57:00.001-07:002008-05-21T20:57:46.680-07:00muziks for roh-bitshttp://36-15-moog.blogspot.comOwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414731592712379346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-62932901394247984292008-05-21T16:29:00.000-07:002008-05-21T16:32:47.941-07:00Day 2, Post 4.As you may have noticed, I, special cat girl, am not the only contributor to this beautiful blog, but Owen has joined me in posting wonderful poems about robot tits.<br /><div>Anyhoo, I just wanted to say thank you to Owen for his glorious (and sexy) poetic contribution, and I would also like to announce my new robot project. I'm going to get all the people I know who like to draw to draw me an awesome (and sexy) picture of a robot, and I am going to scan them all in and post them and the winner gets a prize! The prize is a lifetime supply of air.</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-71729644636894407822008-05-20T18:24:00.000-07:002008-05-20T18:33:37.556-07:00robot tits to the maxx<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hiqnews.megafoundation.org/Gort.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://hiqnews.megafoundation.org/Gort.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A poem by me.</div><div><br /></div><div>----------------</div>Oh oh dear<div>My tiny baby robot tits to the maxx</div><div>But a lemon sprinkle upon the Bat-man's blossoming bosom</div><div>If the clouds of Hercules did lemon sprinkle upon the milk of great Boo Berry's teat</div><div>The mountanous goat of yonder did he ever reach</div><div>the robot tits to the maxx</div><div>Little beep-boop-bops pitter-plunk upon my robot's little vaginal district</div><div>A kind of eroticism only aluminum foil can endure</div><div>But a pitter pat of the huneysuckle upon the teat of a robot mama</div><div>Milking the living fuck out of her blossoming melontits</div><div>From the monks of April</div><div>Till the dawn of joy and candy cane urethras </div><div>Gort's fellow friends doth state;</div><div>"Gort! Klaatu barada nikto!"</div><div>To prevent destruction of thy tittious earth,</div><div>And beyond the trees,</div><div>Gort's vats of jumblying urine,</div><div>Do speak the spack of spotted weasel breasted testicles</div><div>Hanging above the ever nuturing blobbousphere of the planet.</div><div>I do wish upon these tittums,</div><div>Til the day they implodered the plants of Bornio.</div><div><br /></div><div>-c.c. boggleywumpus-maher-ni-hannn.</div>Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414731592712379346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-74700931363954326612008-05-20T17:41:00.000-07:002008-05-20T17:47:53.629-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;">okay you know what</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;">don't be hatin'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;">because robots have feelings too</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;">sort of.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>-g</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274645648962148662.post-2183780279885979242008-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:002008-05-20T17:24:21.008-07:00What is Robot Loving?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAnKuu3zsz0CLkKO-RDoWkdbmlF-9pK7iVTuKbUwCKC9R8qvrw8N9mA8NjOnx28ejRcBObQzc5YYaUAgnABH2VGYQw1e5WUQtyUw_vq1CwFOeGu52zVvh3GtA7-uV3ZpeFp53yFgmOe0/s1600-h/robot+love.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAnKuu3zsz0CLkKO-RDoWkdbmlF-9pK7iVTuKbUwCKC9R8qvrw8N9mA8NjOnx28ejRcBObQzc5YYaUAgnABH2VGYQw1e5WUQtyUw_vq1CwFOeGu52zVvh3GtA7-uV3ZpeFp53yFgmOe0/s320/robot+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202620353186784434" /></a><br />You came to this blog because you are a special person with needs.<div>You need to read about robot loving, because you like children and you like machines.</div><div>You might know someone named Greta.</div><div>If you do, she must be pretty awesome. Because her name is awesome.</div><div>I personally believe that robot-love is natural. </div><div>You can't stop love between two beings, even if one is controlled by wires.</div><div>I love robots, and you should love them too!</div><div>Go to robotloving.blogspot.com to see sexy pictures of robots and hear about everything special in the world (like music and movies, possibly about robots).</div><div>But not everything here is about robot love, per se.</div><div>I might just post a link to a website I like, or a picture of me in Disney World.</div><div>BECAUSE IT'S A BLOG, THAT'S WHY!</div><div>also, after this post, i'm a little burnt out on the word "robot".</div><div>love,</div><div>greta.</div>special cat girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11003942749528718944noreply@blogger.com0